Bring Me Closer to Heaven

I don't remember when or how, but at some point I had drifted off once more. My dream land was actually quite comfortable, being back home-at least in my head- was a welcome relief from the horrors of what I knew I would wake up to. Sadly when I did wake up I was still sitting in the water with damp red hair clinging to my face, whatever make up I had been wearing was running down my face in clumps, and my wrists were raw from hanging against the cold pipe and scratchy rope. My legs were numb from not moving at all through out the night, although I'm sure I wouldn't be able to move even if I was able to. I was terrified of moving at all, terrified that the camera would move again and that man would find the courage to do something more then talk to me.

While straining my ears I listened for any sign of life on the upper floors. All I could hear was arguing, and stomping around. That was something that made a red flag go up in my head, were they arguing about what to do with me?

"Pay me o dovrò trovare un modo per sbarazzarsi della persona umana!" Someone argued angrily, it was defiantly a different language. From some prior experience in high school and watching movies it sounded Italian.

A louder more demanding voice spoke then, there was a familiar ring to it that sent chills down my spin. Even with the different language it was still quite noticeable, Matt Sanders. "Quale essere umano stai parlando, Steve?" He sounded annoyed at most, but not angery. Like someone who was awoken from their sleep for school.

Another loud stomping around, and I could tell it was from the man holding me just because the loudness of the stomp. It was from a larger person, so I took it that is was him. "Oh per favore, non giocare coy con me! Quel piccolo umano dal concerto, si stavano guardando come un falco. Sapevo che qualcosa stava succedendo così ho preso la mia occasione, vieni pagare e io la do a voi."

That was when a tousle began. The sound of someone being either smacked or punched rang through the entire house, it was so loud that I could hear it clear from where I was sitting. That at least told me that something like that woke me up. Though I am happy that I did wake up, even if it was in a different language I still found it interesting.

"Steve, mi mostrerai questo essere umano che si parla di. Io ti ammazzo, non penseresti mai che io non beause uccisione pausa è non sarebbe qualcosa che mi Fase un po '!"

A small whimper rang through the house. That suprized me, how did Matt hurt him? Sure he was buff but that guy was huge, what is going on?

"Seminterrato, lei è nel seminterrato!" The man was whining again, like he was really hurt. Then I began to think to myself more, he was probably scared...maybe Matt had a gun.....

After that I heard footsteps comming towards the stairs that led to the basement I was basically hanging in. My heart thudded against my chest and my bright blue eyes watched closely. Widening when the door to the basement scream open and he appeared. He was wearing a black shirt that sported the name of his band, and light blue jeans with chuck taylors that were ratted and worn. I found that I was to scared to look at his face. I wasn't ashamed though, I was scared that he wouldn't remember me and that he would just leave me here. The chances were high, I was only at his concert and he could've been looking at someone else.

He crouched down on the stairs, placing his head in my view. For once he wasn't wearing a hat and his light brow hair was completely wild, but still sexy. His hazel eyes were confused, almost weary. "I remember you." He smiled then, still not making a move to go down the stairs. "Lets make a deal shill we?"